Farhan Ahmed

Farhan Ahmed Jun 2019

I asked my friend to fire in the dark
But there is the moon for the spark
He says he needs to get home to listen to the howling
The one's that of agony, or fouling

This moon, constructed too many words to be poems
That many slipped into fear and omens

Ever thought of?

The face of a woman
Beauty of the blackness
And evil for the plot at night
The howl of declaration that

I am the moon
For everyone and everything

Ever thought.. the diversity, the moon possesses???

#moon #evil #poetry #creation #darkness

Farhan Ahmed Jun 2019

Mole in the Coal

Who runs the show
To create a mess
In the game of chess
Smart to know
The next move, a guess
Of the guest
Aiming at the chest
Scatter by flattering
Clattering of the best

The enemy is in the nest
Feeding the allies
with lies and pride
Demanding a crest
For the services
Vest for the bullet
But aimed at the head
All is at war
But still goes to bed

The enemy among friends.

#backstabber #enemy #catalyst

Farhan Ahmed May 2019

Queue

Waiting for my turn to turn up
Everyone ahead of me must hurry up
Everyone behind, do I really care?

Reality

#fact

Farhan Ahmed May 2019

Colors of Sweetness

I follow myself to the pond of sweetness
To harness some in my pocket
To give away when I have to
Also when I Don't want to
I see sweetness in colors
The colors that define which one I give away.
I let one have a cheap one
Or the purest to say.

There are others at the pond too
With a bucket or two
And that shall affirm that I shall have a bite from it too.
A purest or the cheap
But there is sweetness everywhere
In kindness and in evil.

If anybody can relate this to ants.

Farhan Ahmed May 2019

Mid night & day

Rays of light from far beyond
And a desert of emotions, blonde
Forbids the night to be dark
Eyes capture shadows with a spark.
Gathered in a Oasis then, Long gone

Farhan Ahmed May 2019

THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pouring the body through the bars
Spending the day among the stars
A red sun, like as it bleeds
With a loaded gun, he has to flee

Decorations of a mask, to hide the home of spiders
The troops of smile, to **** the fighters

Looking at the mirror
And it shows what it should
Stretching out in the air from the roots

Like a moon every ten meters
On the path that is walked
Following the foot steps like a spotlight
And highlighting what they talked about

The picture is set
And there she comes
The lights are blue and sighs for the moments
That sums up the mood
Faking the reflections of whats good
Undecided and incomplete
But she plays the role of the lead

Ending a day of a comical masterpiece
Without a loop or repeated day to tease
Headed back behind the bars
Pouring the body and gaze at the stars